to think
the leaves are as many numbered as the thoughts in my head
every one
a singular idea come to fruition
the rain
exaggeration,
the extravagant abundance
the multitude in every common drop & drip
the banality of water
rising in voice
in thunder
purring in silence
pouring through the leaves like a
rush of applause for everyone & everything
into puddles
a congregate to huddle the masses
blank into sameness a million drops
falling through the sky
& though my leaves
my mind
adding to the chatter
This poem has a lot of tension. It seems like it is going to peak but then you throw in a directly opposing image that makes it more dynamic. It takes shape for me at the ripple of thunder between "Rising in voice" and "purring in silence."
ReplyDelete"blank into sameness" = chills.
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